HAPPY ONE MONTH!!!

Happy One Month Anniversary bloggers! So far the blog is going quite well. I shall give it three bold L's (for Lapse) out of five...

L L L * *

I know what you're thinking, and yes I agree. Three L's in a cop out. When you rate three out of five, you don't really like something but you don't want to admit it to their face. Everyone knows that.

To celebrate, the band went out and played our first gig in ages ...at Zebedees. Oli doens't like Zebedees, but its where everyone starts. It where you go when you're to slack too organise proper shows. I enjoyed the show but left feeling very self conscious of our band. We were the odd band out. We had non straightened hair, no hats on, we play with too many chords, and we dont have names like Matt and Nick and Jacko. We have names like Jack Callum and Oli. Which is similar but importantly different.

I like Zebedees. Its familiar, like that uncle you only see at Christmas and always gives you colouring in books even though you havent been 8 for a while. AND plus there's one nice guy and one not nice guy who run it, which is even and I like even.

I rate Zebedees 3 out of 5

L L L * *

ps. I had a funny photo of jack standing outside Zebedees but I cant find the camera chord. So heres a picture of Danny Lee. But dont go thinking I like golf (or steam). He's celebrating too.

pps. I've almost finished my art folio. It's due monday. For people who don't know me well, this is my big thing for the year. And twelve credits too. I'm going in to school tomorow (SATURDAY?!?!) to paint so il take some photos to show you... if I can find the damn chord!!

pish posh

"What dost thou mean? Everyone whos anyone says Pish Posh!"

Today Oli used the phrase "pish posh". In context. Probably the highlight of my day.

I have now officially reverted into exam hibernation due to the ever approaching FAIL stamp my teachers are hovering over my head. But I'm in a much better state today thanks to "the weekend of no return". Im slowly ticking things off my list and that makes me very happy. Though very sleepy.

But sleep now??? Pish posh. Its barely dark.

That reminds me of this time when I was in Europe...

And I wrote a blog.

Its real long, so if you have to do homework do that now otherwise you'll get really badly distracted. But I trust you've got it all completely under control. Happy day off Christchurchians!

Something good I got out of today...

“To explain the creative musician’s basic objective in elementary terms, I would say that a composer writes music to express and communicate and put down in permanent from certain thoughts, emotions and states of being. These thoughts and emotions are gradually formed by the contact of the composer’s personality with the world in which he lives. He expresses these thoughts (musical ones...) in the musical language of his own time. The resultant work of art should speak to men and women of the artist’s own time with a directness and immediacy of communicative power that no previous art expression can give.”

Aaron Copland

Saltarello

"One of the most popular medieval dances was the salterello. Whereas an estampie my have been a stamping dance, a saltarello was a sprightly hopping and jumping dance (salterello is Italian for 'little hop')."




This is what my day has consisted of. With more to come.

Wa Wa Wah?

Things are starting to get very intense lately.

It sort of all just hit me this week... like a vicious simile. I realised how little time I have and just how much shit I have to get done.

For example... This week one monday night I completed my art history internal (that was actually due LAST tuesday... but as a class we had collectively forgotten). I was up til 2:30 doing that. But I could have got it done quicker but I got badly distracted by some far too intresting people. Tuesday I painted at school until around 5:00 and then walked home, then slept. On Wednesday I had band practice, then Samba Band practice with Jeremy Thin at CSM til around 6. Then I came home and started my English Research project. Worked til twelve that night.

On Thursday night I worked until 3:00 am on English Research. It was shit and I could have started it much earlier but its 3 credits so it doesn't reeeally matter.

Sure sure, everyone has pressure. But I've never had this much before so I'm sort of slowly starting to freak out. Plus Ive still got two music internals due on Wednesday as well as my art folio due next Thursday (FUCCCKK!! And I have to do three times as much next year!!! AHAHSGF) and then Cambridge English exam that Friday. And then just after that my NCEA externals start. So its fun for the whole family.

This year Ive learned its okay to fail. But I dont want to fail.

On a related note, we were informed yesterday that Art History (the GREATEST subject ever) is cancelled for next year. This will NOT do. Me and Eli are going to fight to keep it. Its going to be a sick mission. Possible documentary opportunity.

Im going to go paint.

Sususususureal.

I had the strangest day. My head was in such an obscure place... like under water or in a burlap sack tied to my legs. It was one of those days where a lot of the things I say get weird looks, or laughs, or people calling me crazy.

Now, why was I in such a state you ask?

Well I was up until 2am doing an art research assignment on The Cantebury School (notes good band name) of regionalist painters yada yada yada... Well, I got badly distracted (glaring eyes) but I got it done eventually. Hours of dreamless sleep later I had to awake for the endless pleasure that is school. I don't have to go into great detail with this, I'm sure you've all been there.

The great news is my mum is amazing and made me crazy awesome scrambled eggs with parsley or something in them... i duno, but it was green and it was awesome. I ate them in between a toasted ciabatta (i totally spelt that right the first time) bun. I don't have to tell you have awesome they were, but will. They were very muchly awesome.

But I was not any form of awake. Not even a potassium packed banana could dent this stupor. So mum mixed me a glass of berocca. Well, have a glass of berocca. So it was damn strong. I hadn't had it before so i drank it real quick. Mixed with the eggs it made a surprising feeling in my stomach. But I was awake. And with the help of RDU i made it through the day.

But i crashed halfway walking home. Maybe I can blame fleet foxes. Maybe I can blame Rita Angus.

Im pretty jaded right now, so Im sorry if this story is hell boring. To me right now, its hilarious. Even seinfeld is hilarious right now. Hahaha.... Sucker.

Just to be clear Jerry Seinfeld is the most unfunny person ever...

...But he sure likes potassium!!